In 1977, He Started a New Life as a Peasant Artist

The previous writing was quite good, but this chapter is too embarrassing to brag about. Shouldn't everyone be intoxicated by masterful performances?

How should I put it, it's a bit toxic, the plot changes are abrupt, the supporting characters have no IQ, and it all depends on the author's force!

She is so cruel, her predecessor was beaten to death, and when she came back from time travel, she said it didn't matter and she was given another chance. What did she think?

I've read a few chapters and it's well written. I hope there won't be any bullshit later. I read the novel for pleasure and don't want to see a tortured protagonist. I hope the author doesn't want to be a literary person

One chapter poisoned

This subject matter is very good. I hope the author can write it well and not write about the entertainment industry.

Just ask a question, 1977? Farmer? Artist? How does this tie together?

The classification of performance levels is really lacking, and the level above the master is written as if it were an illusion, which is too cheap. . . And reaching the master level is like playing every piece of music at the master level, which is impossible. Generally, famous artists have their own masterpieces, which are the repertoire they are best at and the works of famous artists. You also need to learn and improve on unfamiliar repertoire. The novel's interpretation of the master only reaches the emotional expression of the music. To be precise, it is still at the level of a master, but he is not a master and lacks fame. A master should have created his own genre, have his own special expression skills, and have a certain degree of adaptability. The so-called level above the master should not be like illusion, but the addition of spiritual power strengthens the emotional expression, allowing the audience to transcend the barriers of words, national boundaries, language, etc., Easily understand the emotional expression of the music, and empathize with it. The notes are still flowing in the ears, and the images in the music emerge in the heart. But the author wrote it as if the 3D special effects were turned on, which is too low.